Relying on Myself, Obtaining My First Uniqueness

Nimrod's thoughts stirred, and black mist rose around him.

He spread his arms, and a buzzing sound rang out around him.

The Mentor of Chaos hatched inside the minds of Viziaole Hrud, and swarms of Soul-Eater Bees that lived in the Kingdom of Disorder's Second Layer Space poured out.

The sky-blotting swarm of Soul-Eater Bees surged down, crashing into the flock of eagles that had risen into the air.

The Soul-Eater Bees' crystal wings buzzed as their claws raked down viciously, colliding with the sharp talons of the eagles.

The explosive clangor of metal striking metal resounded across the entire Moon of Dusk.

Their savage mandibles, which had easily pierced the armor of the Thousand Sons and the Shadow of Order, struck the hooked eagle beaks, and their bodies skewed aside as they separated.

The Mentor of Chaos sensed the Soul-Eater Bees he drove. The clouds of mental eggs they scattered bounced away the instant they touched the dark-blue eagle heads, as though they had struck an invisible barrier, then withered in the rippling aura of dusk.

Although the Soul-Eater Bees had lost their supernatural attacks and reproductive ability, Nimrod still had no intention of changing his plan to use them as the main force.

Since orbital strikes and similar methods could not be used against the Moon of Dusk, the Shadow of Order would suffer no small number of casualties.

The Soul-Eater Bees could replenish their numbers in the course of a large-scale battle, and they also possessed physiological advantages.

The Mentor of Chaos's thoughts stirred, and the Soul-Eater Bees all raised the central pair of claws on their abdomens, smashing them hard into the eagles' talons.

Their huge bodies were knocked upward by the giant eagles, and their other two pairs of sharp claws, one above and one